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That struts and frets his hour upon the Stage;
Enter a Messenger.
Mej. My gracious lord,
Macb. Well, say it, Sir.
Mes. As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
Macb. If thou speak’st, false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, 'Till famine cling thee: If thy speech be footh, I care not, If thou dost for me as much.-I pull in Resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth. Fear not, 'till Birnam-wood Do come to DunGnane, and now a wood Comes towards Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out ! If this, which he avouches, does appear, There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here, I'gin to be a weary of the Sun; And with, the state o'th' world were now undone. Ring the alarum Bell; blow, wind ! come, wrack ! At leaít, we'll die with harness on our back. [Exeunt.
S CE N E VI.
Before DUNSINANE. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, and their Army
with Boughs. row, near enough: your leavy screens
Mal. No throw down,
And shew like those you are. You (worthy uncle)
Siw. Fare you well:
Macd. Make all our trumpets speak, give them all Those clam'rous harbingers of blood and death. (Exe.
[Alarums continued. Enter Macbeth. Macb. They've tyd me to a fake, I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he, That was not born of woman? such a one Am I to fear, or none.
Enter young Siward. . Yo. Siw. What is thy name? Macb. Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. [name,
Yo. Siw. No: though thou call'st thyself a hotter Than
is in hell. Macb. My name's Macbeth.
[title Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce a More hateful to mine ear. Macb. No, nor more fearful.
[sword Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred Tyrant; with my I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. [Fight, and young Siward's Nain.
. Macb. Thou wast born of woman; But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.. [Exit.
Alarums. Enter Macduff. Macd. That way the noise is : Tyrant, shew thy face; If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose arms Are hir'd to bear their staves : Or thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge
I sheath again undeeded. There thou should' it be-
Exit. Alarm. ,
Mal. We've met with foes, That strike beside us. Siw. Enter, Sir, the Castle. (Exeunt, Alarm.
S CE N E VII.
Enter Macbeth. Wiacb. HY should I play the Roman fool, and die
Do better upon them.
[galhes To him, enter Macduff. Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn.
Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee :
Macd. I've no words;
Macd. Despair thy Charm!
For it hath cow'd my better part of man:
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,
Macb. I will not yield,
[Exeunt fighting, Alarms.
riv'd. Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Mol. Macduff is missing, and your noble for.
Koffe. Your fon, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt;
Siw. Then is he dead ?
Siw. Had he his hurts before ?
Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he!
Mal. He's worth more sorrow,
Siw. He's worth no more ; They say, he parted well, and paid his score. So, God be with him!-Here comes newer comfort.
Enter Macduff, with Macbeth's head.
3- [Flourish. Excunt omnes The End of the Seventh Volume.